Children hanging, twirling, swinging
Off the jungle gym
Can’t see a reason not to
Get to it on a whim
Children jumping, laughing, singing
Outdoors in the sun
Enjoying healthy living
Smiling, having fun

There’s crickets in the garden
The young one’s sound asleep
He gathers by the fences
And watches the sheep leap
On the pillow clouds
With air beneath his feet
He’s able to fly
To the stars in the sky
And collect all the stars just to keep

Disbelief by what we can see with eyes
Or what our brain constructs; contrives
Reality then splits; divides
Into a realm of oneiric dreams
What we perceive as a mirage
Is in fact, pieces of a grand montage
Resorting to both **** and dodge
Euphoric pandemonium

It was music to my ears
The words I wished to hear
When you said the two words “I do”
It made me want to cheer
I’d been waiting for this day to come
For us to be a team
And now I get to call you mine
The woman of my dreams

A tiny little drop caught my eye
Drizzling like heavy mist
Falling from the sky
A torrent to an anthill
A prehistoric level gust
Sitting at the table
Purposely discussed
Hidden in the thunder
The lightning and the rain
Are unnatural occurrences
That are forever unexplained

He’s a man without a shadow
His portrait looks intense
You can tell that he means business
By the way he’s dressed
Whether dark, or whether light
Whether grey, or black and white
He’s keyed in on what’s in his line of sight
Clear as day
Dark as night

A mix of color
Of browns and reds
Gold and yellow
To paint and spread

Vibrant to the naked eye
The canvas speaks
Of days gone by
And the days that lie ahead
Many things, the canvas said

The only thing the canvas dread
Was to make sure the starving artist’s fed
The artist, who’s face I read
Painted gold, and yellows
browns and reds

Freedom is a fallacy
We conjure in our minds
It’s the mask we wear for the unaware
That helps us live our daily lives
A mirage for the alien
Lying doormat in our skin
That’s been with us since we were born
And crucifies our sins
A departure from benevolence
The collective human race
That stands there at the finish line
Laughing in our face.

The sun rose without a thought
An uneventful whim
Casual and nonchalant
For the day to now begin
Hovering the horizon
Amidst an amber glow
Shedding light on the earth
The true star of the show

I was hanging off a *****
The angle, sort of steep
I tried to cross the threshold
But I misjudged my leap
Now, I’m dangling from a mountaintop  
My cause of loss of sleep
Me falling to my fatal end
Without shedding tears to weep

‪Looking over the mountain range‬
‪Perfectly arranged‬
‪Sunset approaching ‬
‪Taking center stage‬
‪Trees and rocks‬
‪And water too‬
‪But there’s nothing like‬
‪A perfect view‬

‪We could sleep away the day‬
‪On the bed on which we lay‬
‪In comfort, me knowing that you’re there ‬
‪I could tell you little lies ‬
‪And you could act surprised ‬
‪And end it, with the flipping of your hair‬
‪We’d both be in the ****‬
‪Acting deviant and lewd ‬
‪While not giving a single iota of care‬
I could whisper in your ear
Close my eyes and disappear
While you’re telling me how life just isn’t fair
I’ll do what I must
If love’s turned into lust
But I will not act as though I’m in despair
Lay your head upon my lap
And take your precious nap
But just remember, that life isn’t always fair
Never in love or war
Has it happened once before
Where the enemy, was set free, and spared
But if these moments should arise
I’d still claim you as my prize
Because you’re my every breath, my oxygen, my air

Hurdles confront me
I’m standing in place
Bound by the outcome
I inevitably face
Resistance is futile
How much time can one waste?
In an existence of quandary
Beyond time and space
That’s where my mind wanders
With my head in the clouds
Aloof and in danger
Still, I stand proud
Resilient or stupid?
It’s undecided, unclear
But it helps when confronted
With undeniable fear
So, I continue, my foot on the gas
My hands on the wheel
Till I derail and crash
And come to terms with what’s real
And hope it won’t last
Driven by madness
Driven to madness
I’m condemned to my fate
Exposed to the differences
Unto which we all can relate.

I dreamt of you
and dreams come true
I haven’t any doubt
I never had a single clue
What you were all about
But now I have a different view
I took a different route
A feeling that’s completely new
For me to figure out

If I were a house
I’d open all my doors
Lift up all my windows
I’m absolutely sure

If I were a house
I’d get up and leave
I’d lift up my foundation
Find refuge in the streets

If I were a house
I’d move near the beach
Far away from city life
But close enough to reach

For the mask that hides your smile
I am drawn into your eyes
No words, just staring eyeballs
Are my victory and prize
And with your bodies movements
I am taken by surprise
For the essence of its nature
Are the laws being defied
A tender touch of comfort
A stolen glance of fate
Although our mouths are covered
I’ll just be patient and wait

The glimmer in the water
With its gold and shiny glare
Is the jewel above the water
Priceless beyond compare
The ripples cast a shadow
That sometimes dulls the shine
Of the reflection in the water
But that’s all well and fine

A new coming of age
When you feel you’ve been betrayed
By the person you love most
Putting you in a fit of rage
We formed a bond we built on trust
Now I’m curled up in disgust
I can’t look you in the eye
But I have to, and I must

Filling a void
Feelings suppressed
Pounding the pavement
Beating my chest
For generations to follow
Who’ve flown from their nest
All it encompasses
And all it protects
From abusive behavior
To just plain neglect
It’s a face with a voice
Demanding respect

It’s hard to get noticed
When you’re quiet and reserved
Hard to get that promotion
You undoubtably deserve
It’s hard to get respected
For the time that you put in
But yet you keep on showing up
Without a smile, but with a grin
You play the game
Within the rules
It’s in your repertoire of tools
Nothing ventured
Nothing gained
If every day remains the same

I love your words
The way that you speak
But it’s the things that you say
That make me feel weak
It’s your wording, your use
Your eloquent tongue
That revives, brings to life
And makes me feel young
It’s your pronunciation
Your poetry lips
Your double entendres
Your Freudian slips
It’s an enchanting echo
Of musical bliss
That captures my heart
With dreams of a kiss

Searching in the distance
For a sign or subtle clue
This mermaid panders outwardly
Seeking out her proof
The existence of a two legged man
Or so the tales been told
A story she’s heard for years and years
Since she was three years old

Despite a natural bias
Against someone I won’t name
I always treated them with dignity
And liked them just the same
It’s only when I noticed
That they were not to blame
That I showered them with my love
And I showed some true restraint

Silhouetted fir trees
Under luminescent skies
Passing trough the jet stream
Captivating lives
Covering up this land mass
Brightening up the sky
Look up to see two shooting stars
Passing in the night

Then there’s the art of true romance
Much less than a stare
A moderate glance
Our eyes
Tell lies
Well worth
The chance
Just a victim of circumstance
Play the game
Dance the dance
Or sit back
Get high
And fall into a trance

He had a voracious appetite
They were fearful for their lives
His gaping maw consumed their thoughts
Until they all broke out in hives
He had a mongrels disposition
A dog without a home
But all he really wanted
Was a place to put his bone

My idols differed as I grew up
They changed from time to time
Now these days, I have just one
Which should come as no surprise
My dear old dad
He reigns supreme
The one I look up to
My friend, the one
With me, his son
My admiration grew

I walked a hundred miles
I even ran for one or two
For the one and only reason
To get back home to you
I waited all four seasons
I timed it to be fair
Then I danced across the dance floor
Like a poor man’s Fred Astaire

There’s no reason to fret
Leaving worries far behind
There’s no borderline regret
In what I’d hope to find
Running from neglect
Crossing over lines
Still, nothing’s much more powerful
Than the beauty of the mind

He was tempted and bold
He couldn’t wait much longer
Weary and cold
Warmed by internal fires
Spread throughout his aging body
Extinguished by the chosen few
Who could get close enough to touch the flames
With nothing more to do
Then to cover up the pain

Releaser of the beasts
Breaker of the chains
Destroyer of the land
Or what’s left of the remains
Hard time finding answers
When awarenesses were raised
But quick to take the credit
When they’re dishing out the praise
Dance among the shadows
Get physically engaged
Then drop the posh facade
As if you were enraged
Stand on your moral high ground
That got somehow rearranged
And save a moments worth of clarity
That’s been hounding you for days

Silky smooth crushed velvet
Brushed against my skin
Softer than an angels kiss
Before committing mortal sin
Destined for damnation
To my flock I must attend
Leading to the brassy truth
Until the bitter end

The birds in nests are chirping
Chirping out aloud
For everyone to hear them
Help pinpoint, where they can be found
I worried for their safety
I listened for a sound
But I did not hear another peep
Anywhere around

Slightly shaded under sunny skies
My skin grows tan
My throat runs dry
There’s whispers of winter
There’s proof in my eyes
The seasons, they change
But the sun always shines
Peaceful, serine
No tales or white lies
Today is one of the finest days
Since I’ve been alive

Since he was young, he had a calling
To be a trumpet playing man
Tearing through the nightclub scene
Like he didn’t give a ****
He was stylish, he was smooth
You could say he had pizzazz
When on stage, he played the room
With his harmony and jazz
Something you could cut a rug to
Get on up and dance
Or take your lady by the hand
And whisper sweet romance
Little words of comfort
Something meaningful and kind
Then take her on the dance floor
And fill her up with wine
Feel the music at your feet
Boogie all the night
Dance until your hearts content
Or when the mood is right

I implore you to go to the ocean
To watch the setting sun
To spare a moment in your busy day
From always on the run
Watch the painted canvas
The oranges and the reds
The purple hues
The pink, the blues
On the horizon up ahead

She set the night alight
She set the world ablaze
It all came second nature
In the most spectacular of ways
She took a vow of silence
But she had something to say
So she spoke a different language
With visual displays

Gushing waters over rocks
The picture paints a scene
Of nature’s small oasis
With waterfalls and streams
Surrounded by deep forest
And trees of brown and green
Tucked away; secluded
Like a waking dream

You’re exceptionally high voltage
Electric pulse and surge
You expel bolts of lightning
When you feel the urge
You’re always causing static
You shock me every time
I feel your electric energy
Still goes undefined

I wished the best of luck
To the ego of the duck
That waddled past the hunters by the day
His luck was running short
As hunting is a sport
That any fool with a gun can play
He lasted pretty long
Before a bullet came along
That sent this poor ducks ego across the bay
It doesn’t pay to strut
Then take one in the gut
Instead, duck your big fat head
And run away

I played a ****** on a fiddle
I plucked a concert harp
To play melodies that strike a cord
And see if there’s a spark
A connection to your ear and heart
Until you can’t tell the two apart
A symphony of both sight and sound
A perfect work of art

You’re prone to laughter, causing grief
A joker and a common thief
Stealing hearts from trusting men
A confidant and a long time friend
Just to throw it all away
I tried to run, but had to stay
I wondered more about what I would say
If a world of color, turned to gray

He’s the producer of sin
The maker of lies
That I wouldn’t have believed
If not seen by my eyes
He’s the hoarder of hatred
The one who decides
To punish the others
Just along for the ride
A rebellious rebel
That revels in stride
Not an excuse of envy
That excludes; divides
A wealth of great knowledge
That he never provides
But he’s easily mistaken
As just one of the guys

There’s beauty in a silhouette
Despite the eyes I’ve never met
Her form takes shape and screams neglect
From lack of love to great extent
There’s the shadow of a marionette
A puppet on a string quartet
A solo act in-lieu of a duet
For someone who’s been heaven sent
The surest thing, the safest bet
The highest highs, the slow descent
Of lofty goals and warm sunsets
Instead, exists another ill content

I journeyed and took off to uncharted lands
To quench my thirst and my list of demands
I traveled the planet by myself all alone
Just to make it back to the place I call home
Where there’s comfort and solace and freedom to roam
Familiar surroundings that say I’m in my zone
I’ve got home-cooked meals and a comfortable bed
The place I call home is where I lay my head
I’ve come back to the town of which I once fled
With a new strong desire to paint the town red

Poetry in motion
Plucked out of thin air
A waterfall of passion
Without worry or a care
A healthy liberation
As free as one can be
Floating like a butterfly
Stinging like a bee
Diamonds barely sparkle
Their radiance surpassed
So is it any wonder
That you’re equal to the task

You looked away
As I stared into your soul
Peeling back the layers
As far as they can go
Searching for your inner you
The you that you control
Waiting for the answer
That only you could know
Like a flailing human torso
Swaying to and fro
A natural born disaster
With a shiny bow